When holding on means letting go
And summer brings us fields of snow,
When everything we know is right
Must be pushed aside and kept out of sight.
That's what puts my heart in pain,
To see the truth and yet, refrain,
Because life does not make sense sometimes,
And turns righteous cause to petty crimes,
But if you learn to play the game
Life and love become the same.
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